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How the mind does shout for rest |
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When the body's shakin', yeah |
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Oh the tightness in my chest |
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Still your leaves I'm raking |
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Lord is this a test |
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Was it fun creating, yeah? |
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My god's a little sick |
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And he wants me crazy |
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Who are you |
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Who can say |
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It's ok to live through me? |
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Live to be part of me |
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You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah |
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Was it something that I said? |
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Was it how they're breaking, yeah |
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I'm so selfish, paying your rent |
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While your blood I'm taking |
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You spend me like a tree |
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Dirty dollar bills for leaves |
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Dark in a sea of my seeds |
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And the tears on which you feed |
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You feed |
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The body is a temple |
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A dormant alter |
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To where infantile men lie around |
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Itching and nibbling |
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For a small piece of sanity |
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Of which you can not give |
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Shit! |
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Individuality |
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Buying pennies with my soul |
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And a little Heaven spent |
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While the Hell I'm taking |
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Thieves |
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Parasites |
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Hide from life |
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You know they'll remember me |
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They are abhored |
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In self-worth |
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All that matters much to me |